What will be the last stage of this progress, the extreme point of the solitude of a fictitious existence? Where to live then when the foundations will collapse? Will the spirit once languish the found peace?

Thus throw in the well of fire your failures and your ecstasies, your paradoxes and your dead ends to face the chamber of larvas. Sharpen yours destructive appetite on the road of springs by avoiding carefully the serene darkness, if you don't wish to finish in the shadowy gaols.

You will may lengthen, squat, prostrate yourselves: you will be alone to have to assume(accept) the incredible cruelty which will follow inevitably!

That the one who looks is always in search until he finds and when he will have found, he will be in the confusion, having been found, he will be amazed, he will reign over the Whole.

SPECUS 13 : CAEDES

The paths of punishments leading to the redemption are blocked by perverse and roaming thoughts which will try to hijack you from yours purpose. We begged you to forget your obsessions, to change path, to become other, to break with this quest of forgiveness. The illusion gives birth and supports this world. The truth is only the fruit of the evil provoked by the emphasis, by the recurrence, by the endless return which touches the last depths of the human psyche. Become prisoner of this lucidity, you will be lynched to be incapable to assume the risk of an illusion .At this moment you will have weapons necessity to lead this immense massacre?

Apocrypha manuscripts deliver us in detail the mechanisms of the anxiety to exist. The sigh burning darkness abyssal attacks my faith as a high-powered acid. My crust cracked under so much power, letting pass by through crackles, The viscous and bitter wine of the countries of the boredom.

The poor leathery meat might cry, nothing is forgiven her for all that. She dragged itself, loser, among fragments scattered by her souvenirs, Accompanied with the languishing, endless and monotonous song, That the lady in forgery draped in a starry sky and without the moon intoned.

Sad discovery, this morning, in the house of this person without history... Of this person whose name will never be burnt in the history.

The influx of any small pieces of thoughts, Of quite small flashes, défilants images without any visible cohesion, But which are the result of a selective scanning of the Me the most deeper and true. Unique motionless images, being printed in the subconscious in a indelible way. The vision of its own glance in front of refusal.

SPECUS 07 : LIBERTAS

The infernal fate of the life does not allow us to spread the happiness, which waits to enjoy, prisoner of the societal disease. Why is it always necessary to wait, so passively, that this monster gives rise to its profound hatred? Sun sinks, you burn our hearts and melt our hopes which spread on the spectre of our memories. You emaciate and still are incensed against the rests of our burned corpses. Even if I survive such a leathery meat, you will not prevent me from loving!